It was time for them to move again - and this time, to New York. In a private school, what will they discover? Renesmee is about to be taken under the wing of a new group. A group of witches, who have no qualms about causing trouble wherever they go.

She
rested back on her arms, tilting her head backwards towards the full
moon. Golden hair spilled down over her shoulders; a waterfall of
moonlight. Eyes that were as blue as ice held a laughter in them, a
sort of carelessness. Long legs crossed at the ankle on the dewy
grass, green with the end of the summer. She was the image of
perfection; the queen bee. Grass tickled at her legs.

"It's
a beautiful night, Blair." Said her companion. The girl next to
Blair was her opposite in numerous ways. She lay on her back, face
lit by the moon and stars. She was tiny, and dark skinned where Blair
was tall, and ivory. Curly black hair spilled over the grass. Eyes
the color of green glow sticks peered out from beneath dark lashes.
Most assumed that she wore contacts.

"I
fear that it's one of the last, Nixie." Blair murmured. "Colder
weather will be here."

Nixie
turned towards her elder by a year, laying on her side. "What if
the prophecy isn't filled? It said we'd find her by the first
snow. Summer is ending, Blair, and we've been searching all through
it. You're a senior this year. What will happen when you leave?"

"Then
you'll take my spot; but I fully believe we'll find her before
then." Blair smiled.

The
girls had known each other since they were young, before school age,
before the group had formed and a prophecy told. Before
they had known they were witches.

The
powers lay dormant in their unsuspecting parents; but all six girls,
all from different families, had traced their ancestry back to
suspected families in Salem, during the witch trials. They'd traced
them to the real
witches – the ones who escaped because they were witches, and
because they could. Mere humans had perished in their wake. The
children, having had powers dormant until first grade, believed that
their families had landed in the same town by fate.

To
make things happen. To change things.

And
then, the prophecy.

In
first grade, there'd been just Blair. Then the next year had come
Nixie and Aze, whose powers had manifested in their first grade year
as well. The year after that had been the twins, Celine and Maya, and
Persephone. They'd been together ever since, starting with mere
pranks… and moving closer and closer to the witchcraft they'd
been born to do each year.

Nixie
laid her head against the grass again. In her head, the amount of
days left ran constantly. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. Time counts
that humans were unaware of. Nixie, the human calculator.

There
were six of them in total, but this summer night was solely for Blair
and Nixie. The other four were separate from the school tonight on
the eve of Blair's senior year.

Blair,
Nixie, Aze, Celine, Maya, and Persephone.

The
witches.

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